Creed immediately recognized Gray's face. The document that Creed had received had most of Gray's information along with his picture. The other three seemed like friends.
By their overly sophisticated gears and attires, Creed guessed they must have been practicing their archery skills.
Creed mumbled within, "So he is a ranged combatant!"
He didn't think much and went closer. Being an assassin, Creed's feet were light as a cat. When Creed tapped on Gray's shoulder, he immediately turned back with a blank expression on his face.
"Hi, My name is Creed Gryffon" Creed smiled at him, "You must be Gray Pierce!"
The moment Creed introduced himself, others in the group grabbed their training kits and took off in a haste. G
The first thing Creed did after waking up the next day was checkup on the baby Inca in the cave. He closed his eyes and the clone's memory of the previous day flooded. His clone was still inside the cave, taking care of the creature. The baby Inca was still the same; a dumb bird. Apparently, rolling on the ground was his most favorite activity. Creed's clone hunted some purple lizards to feed the creature. Fortunately, there was still no hostility or menace in his aura. Baby Inca slept through a huge portion of the day, so it made even easier for the clone to deal with him. Creed patiently waited for just one valid excuse that he could use to kill him. However, baby Inca did not give him any. He couldn't kill the Creature yet and decided to observe him mo
"Where are you going, Senior Creed?" She asked. "I am done with my meeting and was just about to head out!" "Oh, really! I thought you were going to shoot some arrows after dawn... or are you taking a break today?" "Fuck!" Creed mumbled out loud after seeing that smug grin on her face. He felt his mind melting away. Based on how rotten his luck was... this coincidence was too good to be true. He wasn't off the hook yet. Jia was still standing in front of him as if she caught him red-handed. By the smirk on her face, she knew it was him who broke those arrows. In fact, Creed also remembered something. From the past few days, he had a subtle feeling that someone was watching him during the practice. However, the gaze was t
Creed gazed at the morning sky while the breeze surged tranquility inside the pores of his skin. He stood in the middle of training grounds waiting for Jia. They both had agreed to practice early morning on the eastern grounds of the base.He picked the eastern grounds for the practice because this was the most desolate part of the base. Creed remembered the time when him and Jake used to spar with each other on the same grounds.Soon he saw her coming towards him. She wore a costly tracksuit whereas Creed had his rugged military uniform.Jia had told him she had reached a bottleneck and could not improve any further. She was also having a hard time figuring out the mistakes she was making.Jia made a light bow. Indirectly, Creed was subbing for her cur
Inside the Military cafeteria, a group of five people was sitting at a table. It was a large table that could accommodate over 15 people, but these five had occupied the entire space.They kept laughing while also munching the bacon on their plates. However, more than eating, there was after table-banging, laughing, and spilling.All five of them were chatting with each other. They kept laughing out loud. Apparently, they were all friends.This was the morning time, so there were only a handful of cadets sitting inside the cafeteria. However, they all kept their distance from the rowdy bunch.The other Cadets inside the cafeteria just chewed their food silently, whereas these five were in the world of their own.A
She now came to planet Zerg with high hopes. As she drove her car on the sky channels of planet Zerg, her mind drifted off towards the conversation she had with Creed on the eastern grounds."You haven't reached your bottleneck, but your battle sense is crumbling.""I haven't reached my bottleneck ... oh, thank god!""Didn't you listen to what I said? Your battle sense is crumbling!""What is a battle sense! Is it bad?"Creed sighed at her question. Her lack of knowledge wasn't surprising though. She didn't know because only experienced combatants or people with any previous fighting background knew this terminology."The battle sense is a membrane of consonance and unison that ex
Once again Creed teleported back inside Glitch and proceeded towards his breeding cave. The clone had already told him about the current situation of baby Inca in the morning.Baby Inca was turning into a problem now. From day one, Creed was itching to kill the dumb bird, but something inside him didn't agree.He rushed back and realized that the clone was right. The baby Inca was has now grown to his knees and the dumb bird didn't fit inside the cage anymore.Creed looked at the beast and saw the furless skin over his body is now filled with dark lustrous Black and gray fur giving the beast a majestic demeanor.Earlier it looked like a hideous bird with oversized eyeballs. However, now his head and body have finally overgrown those huge eyeballs.
Jia was still practicing at his facility, trying to fix her crumbling batty sense. Creed smiled as he read her ping on his watch. He already knew this would happen. She didn't come for the morning practice for the fifth time this week. He knew that his mother was training her and there was absolutely no way she would have the leftover energy to train with him in the morning as well. In fact, Creed feared his mother's training himself. He knew that her training regimen could easily turn into torture, especially whenever she trains someone with talent. That's another reason several talented combatants ran away from the facility. Most of them canceled their membership because they couldn't handle her dedicated training regimen. It was already good enough that Jia
Creed's eyes widened when he saw a disfigured reflection of a figure gazing at him from the darkest corner of the cave. He immediately recognized that red armor, his pulse elevated, and his eyes turned red. Images of Grisha chasing him like a bloodhound floated in front of his eyes. His feet turned back and blasted in the opposite direction. He was wearing his Phantom disguise, and she was much more terrifying than any beast. "Fuck! Why is she here?" Creed calves muscles strained. Blood rushed to his veins. Each step he took blew up the ground below his feet. Adrenaline pumping inside his nerves like an engine of a speedboat. Creed didn't know how she was able to track him, but this was horrible. If she catches him